Saw them standing above the promised miracle, an enchanted season of hope. It was love they suggest. They stood still above the ornament, was stolen thereafter. Asking a miracle to happen still yet shattered the skim of the season's spirit. A broken love and a stolen faith. The mistletoe of vows above.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
